#13. DAYS 'N NIGHTS
(My Tribute Song To Truckers!)
I GOT MY DAYS & NIGHTS MIXED UP AGAIN
BUT THAT'S EASY TO DO
WHEN YOU'RE TRUCKIN' UP & DOWN THE ROAD
DAY & NIGHT TOO
BUT THAT'S EASY TO DO
WHEN YOU'RE TRUCKIN' UP & DOWN THE ROAD
DAY & NIGHT TOO
WELL DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE TRUCKER
AND HOW HARD HE WORKS
WHEN YOU BUY YOUR GROCERIES AT THE STORE?
DO YOU KNOW HE WAS DRIVIN'
WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPIN'
MAYBE EVEN WHILE YOU DID SNORE.........!
THE STARS WERE SHININ' & THE MOON WAS OUT
BUT HE DIDN'T GO TO BED.
HE HAD TO GET THE LOAD DELIVERED ON TIME
SO EVERYONE COULD GET FED.
BUT HE DIDN'T GO TO BED.
HE HAD TO GET THE LOAD DELIVERED ON TIME
SO EVERYONE COULD GET FED.
DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE TRUCKER
AND HOW HARD HE WORKS
WHEN YOU BUY YOUR GROCERIES AT THE STORE?
DO YOU KNOW HE WAS DRIVIN'
WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPIN'
MAYBE EVEN WHILE YOU DID SNORE.........!
AND HOW HARD HE WORKS
WHEN YOU BUY YOUR GROCERIES AT THE STORE?
DO YOU KNOW HE WAS DRIVIN'
WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPIN'
MAYBE EVEN WHILE YOU DID SNORE.........!
THIS DRIVER EVEN SAID
A PRAYER FOR YOU
WHILE YOU WERE AT REST:
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL HE DID, MY FRIEND....
HE PRAYED YOUR GROCERIES WOULD BE BLESSED!
A PRAYER FOR YOU
WHILE YOU WERE AT REST:
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL HE DID, MY FRIEND....
HE PRAYED YOUR GROCERIES WOULD BE BLESSED!
DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE TRUCKER
AND HOW HARD HE WORKS
WHEN YOU BUY YOUR GROCERIES AT THE STORE?
DO YOU KNOW HE WAS DRIVIN'
WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPIN'
MAYBE EVEN WHILE YOU DID SNORE.........!
DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE TRUCKER
AND HOW HARD HE WORKS..........................?!!
AND HOW HARD HE WORKS
WHEN YOU BUY YOUR GROCERIES AT THE STORE?
DO YOU KNOW HE WAS DRIVIN'
WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPIN'
MAYBE EVEN WHILE YOU DID SNORE.........!
DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE TRUCKER
AND HOW HARD HE WORKS..........................?!!
Written by: Linda Lou Jones
Glory To God
PS. 45:1 My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
FYI: I wrote and recorded this song years ago. Wrote it from inside the cab of an eighteen wheeler. I traveled throughout the United States in an eighteen wheeler evangelizing on the CB radio as my husband drove. Most of the time we hauled beef from Texas to Illinois, but other loads took us farther. The first year I was in all but three States, so I paid my dues to write songs, poems, etc. I did not drive, nor did I want to. I was busy enough keeping the bunk area clean, making meals at all hours, singing, praying, ministering on that microphone, not to mention keeping my husband awake in the wee hours of the morning until we reached the dock area to get unloaded.
The next post will reveal more about hardships while traveling in such small quarters. I've been single about ten years now and still have compassion for the trucking families who get the goods delivered....on time. They do a lot of sacrificing, the husbands, and the wives, and children. My brother drove for years and loved it. He was not home much, but when he was we always knew he would have fresh stories to tell. He never disappointed us. In fact, I'm not sure who enjoyed the stories more; he as he told them or the rest of the family as we listened! Bottom Line: We need to pray for and appreciate the truckers, especially long haul, for all they do! After all, I haven't met anyone who does not...like to eat, and someone has to get the goods delivered. If It Got There...A Truck Brought It! (On that note, if I had a horn, I would blow it!)
